Can I walk on the mist as the sun rises?
Can I float on the mist, like a ship in full sail drifting towards land?
Can I step from the rooftops on to the quiet mist below?
Can I run through the mist, like a field of silver wheat?
Can I lie on the mist, dreaming of unexplored pleasures?
Can I gather the mist around me like a cloak and disappear?